Thursday, 18 November 2010

Speaking in purple patchesWas what frightened me.The bats cast upon the wallBy hands so inconceivably large-I could vanquish them by turning out the light.

And I could tell you foundMutating your voice into oneThat carried deep around the solar system walls,Loud enough to be heard beyond Saturn,Amusing.

Whilst draping me in a duvetDid not chill me with fear.Rather, it warmed me with security-I manipulated a protective hand upon my headBy leaning like a puppy.

No, it was the language I didn’t understand:The one you used with Mum when you left the room.Your tone had cooled as you crossed the threshold, Whilst hers was shrill like she’d fell, Grazed her knee like me last week.

Both tried to keep it from me,Hushed tones, big words, sentencesWorded like an ambiguous soliloquy.But it all served to tell me just as wellAs it would if I were your divorce lawyer.

Monday, 1 November 2010

The motorway was ours-Driving home or away, no one knew.You were asleep, soundlessly, trusting;I was full of love.Ahead, tonight had begun to dieAnd tomorrow was readying to replaceA day that had been so right,So full of love.Glancing across at your slumped frame,Full beams lit you for a secondAnd your sheer beauty startled me,I crossed a lane.I fingered your locks like a lullaby,Then hit left with the same hand,Indicating to no one but the new lightThat I was turning around at the next exit.Slipped into the quiet stream on the other side,Driving away from the dawning day-Today had been so right,I wanted a few more miles of it.